Pistols at Dawn - Hot Pink Halo
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It's Saturday evening
In early springtime
With our feet on the road and our
Heads in the sky line
We wind through the back lanes in
Our only suits as the
Man up ahead calls out "stop"
And he shoots
And I'm gone with a glance
Thinking of you on my way to
The dance
We whirl round the room
Our heads filled with stars
Keeping the rhythm of
Our beating hearts
I pulled you close to me and we
Held our heads high
Stopped, hesitated then we
Stepped to the line
And I'm gone, took my chance
Thinking of you on my way to
The dance
I looked down the barrel
Under cover of night
My mind's eye stepped backwards
As he lined up the sights
We marched over fields
And into the dawn
We spun soft and light
When the pistols were drawn
And I'm gone, took my chance
Thinking of you on my way to
The dance
And I'm gone, time's askance
Thinking of you on my way to
The dance
And I'm gone
Gone
The moment it shifted while we
Danced to the song
And I'm gone
Gone
We stepped to the side and then
Time moved along
And I'm gone